The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-11-04
ALL A MISTAKE.
The Misery It Caused and It's
Happy Explanation.

tie, and it nearly drove the man who
found it mad with misery and pain.
It read as follows:
"NIY DEAR CHARLIE: You can not imagine
how much would like to see you. can not
bear to think how far apart we are. You SAID
when was married would forget you But
this letter will prove how mistaken you are, for
I love you as much as ever. Distance makes
the heart grow fonder,' you know. viii write
you long letter soon. I have much 10 tell you
but my time is limited to-day. DO write soon,
and tell me now much you miss me.
yours, with love,
IRENE HUNTER DEsMONT."
1t was summer time. The golden
sunshine poured in through open win
dow, the breezes stirred the grass, and
the sweet perfume from the flowers
was waited into the room.
The man with the letter in his hand
stood as if turned to stone, trying to
realize what he had just read.
There was his wife's name in full,
Irene Hunter Desmont. What could
it meanP Who was Charlie? What a
fool he was to think there was such
thing as perfect happiness in this
world.
He remembers having read in paper
y y
ago-a few lines that at the time caused
quite a little discussion. The lines
come back to him now with a new
meaning:
"DO not fatter yourselves With hopes
of perfect happiness, there is no such
thing in this life.''
He remembered reading it aloud, and
some one spoke up, and said: Exactly
my sentiments, and how indignant he
had felt as he made reply. He remem-
bered CHANGING at his wife and meeting
her fond look of love.
He was convinced there was perfect
happiness" in this life, and confident
UnaJ ne could speak from experience,
and now--Hark! What was thatP
His wife's voice, calling him. Laying
the letter down on the desk as he had
found it, he took from the back of q
chair little black silk and lace affair,
called a wrap" and stepped quickly
through the low French window lead
ing on to a veranda. In a very few
minutes he had descended the steps,
and joined a party Of ladies and gentle
men on the lawn.
gone into the house to look for you.
She thought perhaps you could not
find her wrap; here she comes now"
Philip Desmond glanced at his wife
as she approached.
How pretty she looked in that soft
dress of crimson cashmere; she had
the sweetest face imaginable, lit up by
pair of soft blue eyes that went
straight to your heart every time they
rested upon you, and beautiful rip
pling hair, shining in the sunlight like
gold.
at is very easy for a man to love
hertz thought Philip, as he folded the
wrap around her slender form.
Should he tell her what he had read
No, not yet. He would wait and watch
her closely; if she mailed the letter
there would be an answer, and he must
see that, find out the mans name, and
then-he was not sure what he would
do then, but for the present he would
wait
Six weeks ago Philip Desmont and
Irene Hunter were married in the
little parlor at Irene's home. Under a
beautiful floral bell composed entirely
of rosebuds they were pronounced man
and wife, and received the hearty con-
gratulations of their many friends.
Irene loved her husband as only such
affectionate natures can love. She
was only nineteen and Philip thirty
two.
Immediately after they were married
Ii
future home, some three hundred miles
distant, and there proudly introduced
her to his friends.
Irene had always appeared perfectly
happy; she was young. naturally joy
Gus in disposition and a general favor
tie with all who knew her There were
several young married people living
near them, and they all contrived to
make the summer Irene's first among
them, pass pleasantly.
On this afternoon they had arranged
for game of tennis, and rs Philips
lawn afforded the best tennis court
they had met there for that purpose.
After the first game. Philip had gone
into the house for his wife's wrap. as
she felt slightly chilly after SO much
violent eXertion. Then il was that ne
had discovered the letter that seemed
destined to ruin all his happiness.
The smile of gayety is often assumed
while the heart may ache within. And
il was so in Philips case. Hemanaged
TO play through game of tennis very
creditably. But he felt relieved when
il came 10 an end, and time for their
friends to depart.
The next morning Philip was up long
before Irene was awake. he could not
sleep and decided a walk before break
fast would do him good.
Thus it happened that he entered the
breakfast room before Irene. He paced
the floor impatiently until he heard
her step on the stairs. Then the door
opened and Irene entered. She was
dressed in a charming morning robe of
delicate blue, and Philip thought she
had never looked SO innocent and sweet
before.
His heart ached rs he folded her in